The quiet of the base was almost suffocating, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to unwind. With everyone else out, you figured it was the perfect time to change into something more comfortable. The uniform felt restrictive, the tight fabric pulling at your muscles. You tugged it off, grateful for the cool air that brushed your bare skin. A loose shirt and soft shorts were all you needed—relief from the pressure of constant duty.

As you turned to the mirror, brushing your hair out of your face, you didn’t hear the soft click of the door behind you. You were completely unaware that you weren’t alone anymore.

Levi Ackerman stood in the doorway, his gaze steady and piercing, taking in the scene before him. His eyes flicked over you, slowly—unapologetically—before they locked with yours.

For a moment, you froze. Your heart skipped a beat as the shock hit, but it wasn’t fear. He didn’t move, but you could feel the weight of his stare, the electricity crackling in the air.

“You really should lock the door,” Levi said, his voice low, with a hint of something dangerous you hadn’t heard before.

“I—” you started, but the words didn’t come out right. His eyes never left yours, like he was waiting for you to say something, but you weren’t sure what to say.

His gaze dipped slightly, taking in the sight of you—your bare skin, the way your body shifted under his attention—and something in his posture changed. A subtle shift, but enough to make your pulse race.

Levi stepped forward, his movements smooth and deliberate, his breath coming a little faster. He was close now, close enough that you could feel the heat from his body.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice dangerously close now, “You look better than I expected.”

Before you could react, his hand brushed against your side, sending a jolt of warmth through you. His touch was brief, but it lingered like a promise. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and your heart hammered in your chest, conflicted between